Through the practice of yoga I’ve learned many things. Among the most important is the art of listening to myself. It’s a tricky thing though, this inward attentiveness. For me there are actually several speakers in my head vying for attention at any given time. There’s the voice of fear that’s constantly trying to hold me back, the one of procrastination that wants me to stay exactly where I’m at and the one of envy that incessantly makes comparisons between me and other people. It’s funny how loud these can be considering none of them are speaking the truth.
Whispering quietly beneath the extraneous chatter is the true light of who I am. The pure presence is what’s left when all else fades away. It’s counterintuitive to think that by putting less effort in to something more will be gained, but that strategy has brought better results to my meditation practice. It’s allowed me to go deeper into many yoga postures, approaching with an attitude of relaxation as opposed to active effort to reach some point of accomplishment. I’ve learned to take stock of what my body is willing to do before stepping on my mat. This serves as a good barometer of where I should start and how far I can take it during any given session. When I don’t do that and just forge ahead with a set goal in mind, injury is much more likely to occur. Unfortunately, I speak from experience.